Chapter 463: Forbid disaster, Shenghui seal!

French Presidential Palace.

Before that, the senior officials of the French cabinet and the intelligence department were celebrating with high fives. The joy has not dissipated, and they are looking forward to another victory.

They have champagne ready.

Persecute China, kill Kant to establish Fabaixi's prestige, recruit Big Bob, get the secret of the royal tomb ruins to enhance Fabaixi's national strength, double happiness, dream time, Fabaixi will be great again, this It's the turn of the british and Yankees **** to lick us!

The roaring telephone bell and the pale face of the secretary who slammed into the door broke the joy.

When the president was overjoyed, the situation was reversed in an instant. Kant completed the hanging of the French-Baixi six-member combat team within a few minutes, and solved two in less than five minutes. At that time, the remaining French superhumans even forgot to report and ask for help because of fear.

But the French government still got the bad news at the first time.

- It's British!

Gentlemen, helpful, kind-hearted, and British gentlemen who have a long history of Fabaixi reported the crime scene to the country as soon as they saw the scene!

As the birthplace of the modern political system, Yinggilan, its dedicated officials, after the millennium neighbor suffered heavy setbacks, completed the reporting of all levels of departments with the highest attention and the fastest efficiency, and the human flesh data link is high-speed Transfer without wasting a moment!

When the French intelligence agency finally received the cry of help from the missing team members and had not figured out what happened, the British video data and reports had been photographed on the face of the French!

From live videos, photos, and explanations by British extraordinary people, to detailed text descriptions and records, from the tragic state of the dead to the overwhelming power shown by Kant, round after round.

The mail came pouring in like a rainstorm.

Facing the surging data across the English Channel, the receiving French Intelligence Service couldn't help but think of that morning at Acugil, October 25, 1415.

The French army, consisting of 7,000 crossbowmen, 11,000 knights, and 18,000 foot knights and foot soldiers, was hanged by Henry V's 5,000 longbowmen and 900 foot knights. Bai Xi was killed and wounded nearly 20,000, more than 5,000 nobles were killed in battle, the royal family chief was killed, and the grand marshal was captured.

The British lost more than ten knights and a hundred longbowmen.

This battle made the British longbowmen famous all over the world, and it also brought indelible memories to the French, and also brought precious ammunition to the world.

This defeat was so embarrassing that it was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, so much so that decades later, a French businessman wrote a letter to a friend complaining about the weather, and wrote the famous sentence "a heavy rain pours into a cylinder, like an arrow of the British and barbarians".

At this moment, the officials of the French Intelligence Department felt the same offensive, but this time, it was not arrows but data, and what remained unchanged was the subtle and vicious ridicule of the British.

But these are no longer important.

— There is an unhappy air in the presidential palace.

Joy turned into sluggishness, sluggishness turned into unease, and anxiety turned into shock. Immediately, the French President slammed the table hard, incompetently furious, and shouted: "How dare he do this! How dare he do this!"

The secretary-general said with a pale face: "Mr. President, we must try to rescue them! If they all die there, it means that we will lose..."

The president woke up from a dream and said sharply: "Call! Call China! And our allies!"

He turned around the house a few times and slapped his palm hard: "Yes, there is Big Bob, even if he kills all of our people, he can't stop Big Bob's locusts from attacking Moyani, or even Can't keep his father! He will compromise! As long as our price is enough, he will compromise!"

The president picked up his special cell phone, but just then, new bad news followed.

The death toll, three.

"what!"

From an observation point on the east side of Moyani, a roar of American English: "Are you **** kidding me? Stop that Chinese? Fuck, you're not qualified to give me such an order even if you're a superior, you should Come see for yourself how he hacked that poor Frenchman to death! Damn, they're more mad than we all put together—oh, Shet, he's got a fourth!"

"I don't want to swim in this muddy water! I shouldn't be here!"

"What? Don't dare to do anything to us? Because we are Americans? Fuck you, you said it lightly, it's us, not your old chrysanthemum, who will face that murderer, I think he's even connected to the group on Capitol Hill. You dare to kill a hairy turkey! Fake! Fake oil!"

"Not even a promotion! Not even a quota increase! I..."

Having said this, the shouting stopped abruptly, and then said in a stunned voice: "The Chinese will go to persuade first? Well, I understand, all the benefits are doubled. If he hacks the Chinese to death, then we will leave immediately!"

Then, a greeting sounded from the room: "OK, I'll see what I'm doing later!"

The door was kicked open and a black man came out.

He adjusted his cowboy hat, grabbed the silver rope around his waist in his hand, and put four giant revolvers in the holsters on his waist and chest respectively. The cowboy walked out of the room, his team members followed behind.

Kant is chasing the fourth.

woman.

She seems to have the ability to manipulate the wind. Her weapons are specially made blades and mini bombs. The shape of the blades is specially made. The mini bombs are equipped with gliders. bomb to launch a sneak attack.

The most praiseworthy killer is a powder of a certain ingredient, a mix of poison and metal scraps, packed in a specially made grenade, and when it explodes, she manipulates the wind and is able to silently send it into the target's windpipe and trachea. Lungs... The idea is not bad.

- The violent hurricane shield swirled around Kant, and the gravel, fragments and bricks were lifted by the strong airflow. He walked in the tornado and approached the woman who retreated step by step.

After the previous confrontation, he probably guessed the abilities of the superhumans of the countries.

Those newly awakened powers are still very primitive, primitive and pure. Take martial arts novels as an example, they are born with divine power, possess extraordinary internal power, but lack practical tricks, and cannot maximize this power, just like this wind girl, she Unable to condense the air knife, unable to use the wanton flowing breath to achieve many magical effects, she is trying her best to develop and strengthen her power, and modern science has a more practical way.

Strengthen these extraordinary beings with finished products and ideas made by modern technology.

Kant was able to gain insight into the thinking of the French government.

In an era when a howitzer blew up a football field, a precision-guided missile blew up a building, and a rocket was used to wash the ground in square kilometers, the power of human beings has long been excessive, and what countries need is precision, speed, penetration and secrecy. The magical power of the extraordinary is beyond the shackles of mortals. It is the time to test the whims of scientists. They are competent enough to perform tasks that ordinary special forces cannot.

This is what governments use.

To put it mildly, there is even a deeper consideration for this approach - the country will collect it, give generous salaries, correct guidance and logistical support, so that these extraordinary people can rely on the strengthening of technological items and modern weapons to match their own abilities. , exerting a strong combat power.

Then these extraordinary people will rely on the strengthening and improvement brought by modern weapons, and even in the implicit and explicit hints carried out by the governments of various countries under the guidance of psychology, they gradually relax the exploration and exercise of their own strength, and even the government will be used by the government. The department led by the nose and worked hard in accordance with the preset reinforcement direction.

This is a road that can quickly become stronger, but since there is a complete growth plan and a strong path, of course, there will also be deliberately left loopholes and response plans.

Safe, stable and controllable.

The governments of all countries have tacitly implemented the same options, and guided and included their own extraordinary people with the same guidelines. The ultimate goal is only one - so that there will be no extraordinary people in this world that cannot be located by high-definition satellite search, so that there will be no extraordinary people in this world. There will be superhumans that supersonic cruise missiles, guided in multiple ways and attacking at Mach speeds, can't take down.

So in the beginning the Frenchman, the one with the arrow, the one with the sword, died so quickly.

From Kant's point of view, they are almost full of flaws, and they are surprisingly weak. They don't even need to see how sophisticated their attack methods and ideas are, how sophisticated their weapons are, such a big flaw and weakness. Is it worthy of the humans and elves who died in his hands?

"That won't work..."

He sighed.

The woman who rose up from a small building opened the extendable glider behind her, and planned to ride the wind away. Kant's eyes flashed, and her spiritual power spread. The power of the hurricane shield scroll was still in a state of excitation. The front was reversed, and the Frenchman was blown back.

The embarrassed woman stepped back again and again, her face was already crying, her face was covered with snot and tears, she begged and cried, but unfortunately it was all in French.

Kant said kindly: "Sorry, my friend is very busy today and may not have time to answer the phone."

The mental strength was overwhelmed, and the strong wind condensed the atmosphere, containing the opponent's last sneak attack and counterattack. A few crisp sounds, accompanied by the opponent's mourning, her limbs had been broken by the wind pressure, and at the same time, there was a shout from behind: "Stop! Kant! Stop! You wait!"

Kant turned back, and the instructor leaped towards him.

Other supernatural beings who were ordered by their own governments saw the Chinese move, and they moved forward cautiously, approaching from all directions, all kinds of races, costumes and weapons. This should be the first time in this century that there are so many people. The superhumans are gathered together, and they are witnessing a murder.

But no one dared to act rashly.

The instructors from China were still loudly stopping him, and the supernatural beings from various countries all hoped that the Chinese could persuade Kant, who is a fellow countryman, to stop. They were just helping out.

But even so, Kant still shook his head gently: "I'm sorry, I'm in a hurry."

The rubble, which was blown by the strong wind and kept spinning around him, was frozen, cracks bloomed on the surface, and then shattered one by one, breaking into fine sand, which was rolled together by an invisible force.

The Frenchman, trapped by the wind, wailed, his head turned upside down.

There was fear and despair in his eyes.

The wind swirled.

The stone and sand that gathered into a gray tornado rushed into the sky, and then poured downwards. The finely broken stone and sand, like a long dragon, penetrated into the Frenchman's mouth, engulfing her mourning, and the wind swirled, kneeling on her back. Beside her was a Chinese with an indifferent expression, and the wind blew the corners of his clothes and swayed backwards.

This scene caused an extreme chill in the hearts of the gathered foreigners again.

Someone shivered involuntarily.

The body of the deceased gradually turned gray, cracked and even swelled, and some people even bowed their heads and retched.

The instructor strode forward, and after seeing this scene, he said angrily: "You... what are you doing!"

Kant said: "Have you asked before?"

The other party froze for a moment: "What?"

Kant pointed to the back, where the king was captured and held hostage: "Eleven people, I saw eleven corpses there, as well as civilians, militiamen, and mercenaries, did you ask before? What were they doing? I'm sure there's this woman in there."

When he held his right hand, the gray sandstone swelled violently, and the sound of tearing flesh zilla sounded.

Something splashed out.

There were more retching sounds in the distance.

And Kant didn't change his face, looked at the compatriots in front of him, and said slowly: "Say it again, run this way, thank you, what I told me earlier, I'm grateful, but one yard is one yard."

He took a step forward, his tone low and indifferent, "I'll only say good things once, next time, I'll have a good drink."

After turning his head, Kant's eyes shone with phoenix flames, and there were at least seven high-energy individuals gathered not far away, one of whom was familiar and could still be heard crying: "He can see me! Help me! Send me away! !"

Just as Kant was about to leave, the instructor stopped him: "Wait!"

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He frowned slightly and said, "Let's be clear first, I don't look at nationality when I beat someone, I just look at whether I deserve a beating or not."

The instructor turned a deaf ear to his threats and said, "You should stop! It's almost enough to let out your anger! What good will it do you to kill again? Don't let killing bring you pleasure!"

Kant replied: "No, I'm not happy because of killing people, kill them, in the short term, to quell the threat from the rear, in the long run, show determination to the countries, after answering, you should move away."

The instructor said sternly, "But if you kill them all, you won't be able to get around with France!"

Kant frowned: "This is not something I should consider."

"Then look at the smoke outside! The swarms are coming! They'll be fully in the city in ten minutes at most! You can kill the French, you can beat me, even if you can beat everyone there, but you can Can you kill these tens of billions of locusts? Can you stop them from taking the embassy from all directions? Can you protect your father? And the king, and the people here, can you protect it?"

The instructor's mouth is full of foam, calm and steady, standing at thirty, but now he is very anxious: "Listen, now is a good opportunity, you have seized the initiative, and now the French have the intention of seeking peace, but their The attitude is still tough, because they don't think they have lost completely, but it doesn't matter, they have already confessed, this is the best chance to solve the incident and order the swarm to stop, you..."

Kant glanced at him.

If he hadn't known that his side represented the will and persuasion of the country, he wouldn't have heard it now... but hearing it just means respect and gratitude.

"Do you know what I said to the king before I left?"

"I said to him, believe me, whatever happens, stay the course," he said.

"I know the French will coerce him, and I know that the French might do something to him, he's been through it, he's held on until the French are strangling him, he's holding on until there's a huge chaos in the city, I can Guess what he has experienced, it must be the objection and questioning of the subjects, in this case, I will not be harsh on a group of civilians... But after all, he has persisted until now."

"Because I told him, believe me, he said, he will." Kant said calmly, "So, I will return an equal amount of the fruit of victory, for the meaning of this friend."

"Get out of the way." He issued an ultimatum, "It won't take a few seconds to even fight with you."

He passed by the other side, this time the instructor did not stop him.

"What about the swarm?"

He was still drinking reluctantly.

Kant said: "Do it one by one, kill all the French first, and scare the melon eaters, lest they make trouble in the rear when I clean up the big Bob... Before the enemy, we should first deter the evil spirits."

As he walked, he turned his head and said, "I'll tell you a secret, friend, I've always been calm."

The instructor who stayed there was speechless for a while.

Kant's figure flashed, and he had reached the end of a street in an instant, blocking several people who wanted to leave.

"Hey man, how was your day?"

The black cowboy showed his shiny teeth.

I can understand this English.

There were five of them, and they exuded an air of democracy. Kant looked over their bodies and looked at the shadows cast by the buildings, which made the Americans feel like they were facing a great enemy.

Suddenly, an uncontrollable cry rang out.

Kant smiled, and the old black took a few steps back and stood in front of the position where the sound was made: "Friend, let's discuss it, his ability is very special, he has put down his weapon and can surrender to you. , the French government can pay a lot of ransom for him, and you can give him to your country in exchange for a better return, so, I mean...you know..."

Kant nodded to him.

Before Lao Hei could smile, he heard Kant say, "Sorry, I-can't-speak-English."

Um? ? ? ?

Why can't you speak English? Who won't let you speak?

And what the **** were you talking about just now?

Many doubts flashed in Old Hei's eyes, but the next moment, his eyes widened, because in broad daylight, Kant's body gradually turned into ripples like a stream of water and disappeared into the air.

"Oh, Shet..."

He turned his head suddenly, and the next moment, a French cry came from the shadows in the corner.

That's what "I surrender" means.

But blood splattered.

The shadow dissipated, the outline appeared, the human body faded from the color of the shadow, blood bloomed on the chest, a French man vomited blood, looked down at the light blade on his chest, the strong light knife was drawn out, and then pierced, his body continued. The shaking has been poked into a sieve in an instant.

The streamer was surging, the light was shining directly, and Kant's figure appeared in the eyes of everyone, and appeared behind the Frenchman. He grabbed the other's head, and under the watchful eyes of all the Americans, he stretched out his light knife and slowly pulled it away. cut the Frenchman's throat and cut off his head.

…More than one American at the scene thought of the Predator in Alien.

Death toll, five.

The Americans were furious. It was one thing to refuse to step forward before, but it was another thing to not jump in the face after making a move - the former was their own cautious and wise, and the latter was the opponent's daring provocation!

He said angrily: "He has already said that he has surrendered! It is a person who is incompetent! You have violated the Geneva Convention and carried out inhumane massacres of prisoners! You are going to the international court!"

The instructor who came over translated it for him.

"Geneva Convention?" Kant said, "please tell him that it's none of my business, and I haven't signed it yet."

For some reason, the instructor told the old blacks.

It's just that it is not as honest and elegant, English is not as colorful as Chinese.

Kant translated the sentence the instructor didn't translate: "About-my-JJ-thing."

The other party obviously didn't understand, but that's okay, actions always speak louder than words.

Kant threw the Frenchman's head out of his hand, and the head exploded in the air. The broken bones and blood splattered in one direction, splashing all over the American's face. The other party was startled at first, and then showed a look of disgust and fury. , Kant looked indifferent, raised his hand and twitched his two fingers, which is an international gesture.

Do not accept to fight.

"Kant! The bugs are coming!"

The swarms of insects in the distance roared, and the vibrating sounds of the locusts were connected together, like the roar of monsters, and the dark clouds on the horizon had already overwhelmed the city, blocking the sunlight.

"let's go!"

The American **** said viciously to Kant: "You face these **** bugs, I'll see how you can save everyone in this city from their hands! When you're done, America Come back to you to calculate the account just now! See with your own eyes what the consequences of your impulsiveness will be!"

The instructor translated in a low voice, with a worried look on his face. He was very worried, but there was a vague expectation that he didn't dare to think about it. He instinctively realized that Kant was already winning, but what way could he do under such a large-scale offensive? Protect everyone in a city?

Kant said coldly: "Did you let you go?"

This does not need translation, the hostility and killing intent in the words are enough for Americans to hear.

They stopped cautiously and warily, keeping their hands on their weapons.

The sky hummed, and there were cries and screams, and the Gryvind swarm was about to ravage this small city, consuming all hope, and life.

The instructor shouted: "Kant!"

- The voice of Horus was remembered in the tactical headset, and the second inspection was completed.

The fiery sensation of the Astral Ring also confirms this.

Facing the defensive and sneering eyes of the Americans, he turned his head to look at the instructor: "I heard that buddy mocking me earlier, saying that the world's strongest superhuman runs very fast, it seems that the French took what I told him. It's spread all over the world? After all, you all know it... right?"

The instructor nodded embarrassedly, he had previously thought that Kant was arrogantly bragging.

But in terms of the combat power he just showed, saying the strongest... at least it's not all lies.

Kant raised his head and looked at the sky: "The satellites of the big countries are all aimed at here, all countries are watching, and the superpowers here are also here for this, since that's the case..."

The Star Power Divine Ring burst into a fierce brilliance, Kant's eyes were full of brilliant sun and fire, and the strong sun power gathered at the fingertips, and then turned into a shining scepter.

Americans were alarmed.

And Kant raised the stick of light high and slammed into the ground!

The next moment, a wave of light erupted.

The Astral Ring is the key to start everything. The church rituals and holy light magic devices, which were excavated by Horus and buried in various nodes of the city, were activated immediately. The glorious nodes calculated and planned by the priests were lit up and linked one by one, round and round. The arc of the sun wheel ignited the holy flame on the edge of the city.

The splendid awn line is galloping like the sun.

From the edge of the city, the bricks and stones constructed by Shenghui congealed, stacked, folded, and unfolded out of thin air, rising layer by layer.

Under the dumbfounded gazes of the extraordinary people from all over the world.

Under the watchful eyes of the chaotic and terrified Komorans.

In the shock of the heads of state, key officials, intelligence personnel and experts in related fields who observed Moyani's movements in real time through orbiting satellites.

In the perception of the will of Big Bob who controls the swarm.

internal! external! Space! naked eye! Mental strength! Satellite imagery! Live video!

Shenghui seals the knot here!

The shining dome of light turned into a sanctuary forbidding disasters, blocking the swarms of Gryvind swarms, covering the sky and devouring everything - from Moyani!

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PS1: Six thousand six hundred words! Fuck, it's better to open a bounty, I've been writing a lot lately.

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